tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893303424238373412024-03-13T10:20:50.143-07:00Love is All AroundAll I need is all I have. Love is all around, embrace it.Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13112311833515011425noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89330342423837341.post-69526309453825917312011-11-18T08:11:00.000-08:002011-11-18T08:11:10.972-08:00Tie One OnWhen I was a kid I hated having to sell things for school Whether it was gift wrap or girl scout cookies I wanted it to magically just happen without me having to ask people for money. To this day that's something I'm still not comfortable with. Even working at retail and now as a server, I make sure people know what it is they are paying for. I don't want anyone to feel ripped off or obligated to buy. But there was one fundraiser I didn't mind selling to my mom and that was the <a href="http://www.madd.org/get-involved/take-action.html" target="_blank">red ribbons from MADD</a>.<br />
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Mothers Against Drunk Driving has been a cause that has been near and dear to my heart most of my life. With Thanksgiving less than a week away I thought this would be a good time to sell virtual red ribbons from MADD. This time I'm not asking for money, all you have to do is buy into the concept of designated driving. Call a cab, call a friend, or heck just don't drink at all. I know I enjoy me some sparkling grape juice on New Year's. Why is this so important to me? Because I love being alive. Every. Single. Day.Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13112311833515011425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89330342423837341.post-1873668935053216942011-11-17T22:38:00.000-08:002011-11-17T22:38:07.595-08:00Social Media GuruMy dream job is to get paid for what I'm doing right now. I would love to be a professional blogger getting money for typing up stories about my life and my dogs. How awesome would it be to work from home, or from Starbucks, and take pictures, tweet, post to Facebook, and run a website about YOU!?! Sounds a little self-centered in writing but still pretty darn cool. I'm hoping at least one day I'll have more than just my fam reading to check in on how I'm doing out here in Washington. I have a feeling the day I move back home will be the day my page views drop like a rock. But just like everything I do, there would still be something that would go wrong and that's what makes for a good blog post anyway right?<br />
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Take moments ago for example. I was pre-thinking tomorrow's <a href="http://themissadventuresofmeandthemissaroo.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">dog blog</a> and decided to write about Mister's snazy new coat. So what do I need for said blog? A staged pick of the little dude in it of course! This requires a treat, extra lighting in the apartment, and Missy locked in her crate. A lot of work for a two second pic but I'm thinking I'll probably need more than one, different angles, find a cute face, that sort of thing. As I click the first pic the camera battery goes dead. Well that ends tonight's pre-blog prep. But it made me think how much I really do love this sort of thing. I was thinking about how I'd tweet the pick and then blog the pic and tomorrow I'd Facebook post the link of the blog with the pic. And hey, maybe this might get me new followers and the Missaroo new likes and up my Klout! ((I prob lost half of you at tweet)) Wow, total nerd alert. What can I say, I love social media. Every. Single. Day.Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13112311833515011425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89330342423837341.post-85600172568364734052011-11-15T08:47:00.000-08:002011-11-15T08:47:34.051-08:00The Book of AwesomeI know it has been FOREVER since I blogged so the pressure is really on to make the next one back AMAZING! Well I went for awesome instead. I have less than 10 days to get my Christmas list into the fam and The Book of Awesome will def be on it..... Here's Why <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L_HkH8huuzA&noredirect=1">The Book of Awesome Trailer</a><br />
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I love being AWESOME. Every. Single. Day.Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13112311833515011425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89330342423837341.post-10537573239740349582011-09-07T15:13:00.000-07:002011-09-07T15:13:18.747-07:00First Day of SchoolToday was the first day of preschool and kindergarten for my little daycare tikes. They were full of excitement as they greeted me first thing in the morning. I got to check out how awesome their new backpacks, lunch boxes, outfits, and haircuts were. Everyone had a story to tell and one little boy in particular was so excited to be in Mrs. Larson's class he just couldn't talk about anything else. When I told Pam ((Mrs. Larson)) about it she said, "oh he's been excited for the last 7 months!" I love how excited they all are about going to school.<br />
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Since today was the first day and the daycare I work at is pretty much a part of the school, I had the honors of taking those in morning kindergarten and preschool over to the chapel for the opening festivities. It made my heart smile to have two little hands holding mine while another four year old yammered on and on about how awesome it was going to be. I made sure they had their right name tags, helped them put it on, and than walked them into the church to find their seats. I almost didn't want to leave them. On the trot back to the daycare I thought, "I can't wait to have one of my own to walk to his or her first day of school." Although I'm probably years away from it, today made me realize how much I love the thought of having a kid, Every. Single. Day.Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13112311833515011425noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89330342423837341.post-55805792697260745622011-08-07T09:42:00.000-07:002011-08-07T09:42:20.239-07:00An Interesting Turn of EventsI recently learned that one of my former co-workers at KREM is now headed for the big city of Seattle. My immediate reaction was "Good for her! That's awesome!" My second reaction was "there's a producer opening at KREM I never saw coming so soon." Two days after I found out she was leaving I thought about going back.<br />
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There are many things I miss about my former life. The money, the amazing insurance package, the clout, the rush of breaking news and severe weather, the competitiveness. But I left for very, very personal reasons so I knew I needed some more time to think it through. What I forgot to do was pray about it.<br />
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This morning I went to church and the whole service almost made me cry. Tears formed, but I was able to choke them back. It was all about how we forget to pray things through, we look for others to be our best friends when really all we need is Jesus, and how we start to sink when we take our eyes off Jesus ((ala Simon Peter trying to walk on water)). That's it, I'm staying put.<br />
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I hope that the door to news is not shut forever, but right now it might be where I want to be but it is not where God wants me to be. I need to work on my relationship with him. Somewhere along the way of long hours and taking care of the dogs, I took my eyes off Jesus and started to worry about myself, my life, my stuff and forgot to worry about my faith. I left KREM because it was toxic for me there and it might still be. Instead of working on the news, I'll work on my relationship with Jesus. Every. Single. Day.Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13112311833515011425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89330342423837341.post-16622002969932935842011-08-02T21:20:00.000-07:002011-08-02T21:20:21.124-07:00The Grammar PoliceA co-worker of mine recently started text messaging me a lot. It was all fun and games until he repeatedly used "your" incorrectly. He thinks "your" can be used in the same way the contraction for "you are" can be. WRONG. Oh my does this bother me to my very core. The first time I tried to subtly tell him he misused the word. The second and third time I told him it annoyed me and he really needed to fix it if he wanted to continue to text me. The fourth time I just about threw the phone across the room. Was he trying to annoy me right over the edge? He actually asked if I was just joking about being annoyed by it. Seriously? I mean seriously? Have we met? <div><br />
</div><div>Now I don't like to consider myself the grammar police and I'm sure if you went over this blog you'd find a few mistakes here and there. I don't pretend to be perfect, but I do have respect for the English language. Clearly, this man does not and therefore we have nothing else to discuss. There are many, many things to find sexy about a man, but nothing beats good banter, ambition, wit, and nerdy convos about sentence structure. I was lucky enough to find this combo once, I'm starting to doubt if I ever will again. Where have all the single, sexy, grammatically correct men gone? Wherever they are I miss, love, and cherish them. Every. Single. Day. </div>Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13112311833515011425noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89330342423837341.post-75292799744973849662011-07-26T06:54:00.000-07:002011-07-26T06:54:06.482-07:00Writer's BlockFor the first time in my life I have writer's block. So like everything else that happens to me, I decided to blog about it. For a woman who loves words, books, writing, and all things social media this is pretty much a nightmare. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I'm out of ideas or anything. I have a TON of blog post ideas rolling around in my head, but every time I sit down to write, the words just don't flow from my head to my fingers as easily as they once did.<br />
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I think the biggest problem is I went from writing multiple stories a day to blogging maybe once a week. I'm out of practice. Plus, my work life and even most of my home life nowadays doesn't revolve around the computer. I use to read a lot of other blogs more as well. They would kind of be my inspiration. Reading about other people's lovely lives makes me want to write about my own. Where is the love online people!?! OK that might have sounded wrong unintentionally, but you get the idea. So today I ask you, or implore you rather to help me out. I need to feel, live, and read about your lovely lives to help inspire mine, Every. Single. Day.Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13112311833515011425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89330342423837341.post-38224231537113893362011-07-17T08:23:00.000-07:002011-07-17T08:23:49.410-07:00Half of MeMy dad turned the big 58 yesterday. It's hard to believe in just a few years my pops will be 60. I try not to blog about my parents too much because they don't really get the whole blogging thing, and they often times confuse my blog posts with Facebook posts. They really, really don't get social media. Which of course, is too bad because I am in love with it. Anyway, I thought I could at least take the time to write about them once a year. This time it's my dad's turn.<br />
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I like to think I have the best qualities of both of my parents. There is no doubt I am my mother and father's child. I have my mom's good looks and her way of seeing the world. I have more of her common sense and personality overall. What I get from my dad is a yearning to learn. My dad loves to read and is always learning new things about this wonderful world. It was my dad who helped me for hours with my homework every night because I didn't just want to turn something in, I wanted to find the right answers.<br />
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I also get a lot of my interests from my dad. We love sports and could spend hours every weekend watching the White Sox, Bulls, NASCAR, Tennis, even bowling. ((OK I fall asleep during bowling, but still). My mom and brother are a couple of lookieloos but my dad and I go places for a reason. We're more straight and focused than wanderers.<br />
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More importantly, my faith is founded on the principles my dad taught me. Dad took us to church every Sunday, and for me that is still very much a part of my weekly routine. Dad taught us to never take what wasn't ours, never cheat or cut in line, and that Jesus died and rose again for our sins. I've read the Bible through twice now and I'm about to start again because my goal is to read it more times than my dad.<br />
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So for my dad's birthday I sent a card, called him to wish him a happy birthday, and publicly thanked him for being a good role model. I love my dad. Every. Single. Day.Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13112311833515011425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89330342423837341.post-9152935318937836502011-07-09T07:42:00.000-07:002011-07-09T07:42:33.234-07:00Kicking ButtMy fitness quest is still on track and I'm loving every sweaty moment at the gym. I've gained four pounds since I started working out with the my trainer about 6 weeks ago! For me, that is a ton of weight. It took me four years to gain six pounds in high school. Then as a freshman in college, I gained three over the course of several months. I've been losing or maintaining weight ever since. I am happy to report I can now give blood and I'm well on my way to my fitness goals. I still have about 7 more pounds I would like to gain, but the most important thing is I feel much better about my physical appearance.<br />
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Every couple of weeks I meet with my awesome trainer Sarah. She's friendly, nice, smart, and all about pushing me in all the right ways. She challenges me without giving me anything that's so hard I want to quit, although I sometimes feel like I'm about to fall over. I can make it through my workout routine in a pretty timely manner as well which also helps. She even checks up on me in between sessions by checking the log books. She knows if I'm actually at the gym or not. And believe me I'm there! I try to go at least every other day, sometimes more. I feel so good about myself physically and mentally. I've been struggling with my self-esteem for quite sometime, especially when it comes to the looks department. Going to the gym has helped to give me some of my confidence back. I still have a long way to go, but I love trying to get there. Every. Single. Day.Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13112311833515011425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89330342423837341.post-61998029582007049822011-07-02T07:51:00.000-07:002011-07-02T07:51:30.114-07:00The Best Part of the DayI love early mornings when I don't actually have to be up early. No matter what time my schedule says I have to be at work, my two lovely pups, Mister and Missy, have to go to the bathroom around 5:30 every morning. Some days that means by the time we get back and they get fed I only have a few minutes before my alarm is going to go off. On Saturdays, however, that is rarely the case. I don't have to be into work until the afternoon if not the evening on the weekends.<br />
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On Saturdays like this one, the thought of not having to get up early makes me want to get up early, although I don't usually stay up. Instead we do the dog routine and at the very least Missy and I head for the couch for an hour long nap. Sometimes Mister joins us to. I love watching the sun rise higher in the sky while I snuggle with my pup. It reminds me that all the other things don't really matter as much. I have what I need. I forget that A LOT! ((you already know that if you've read the last post)) No matter what has happened the Lord has still provided for me and that has allowed me to provide for my beautiful dogs. It just takes a lazy early morning to remind me I guess. I love those early morning lazy moments. Every. Single. Day.Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13112311833515011425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89330342423837341.post-46330193927520975282011-06-30T13:23:00.000-07:002011-06-30T13:23:21.794-07:0026 and Counting<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">I've been avoiding this particular post like the plague, but it's time to have the talk. On June 10th I turned 26. I always look back on my journey and go over the life to do list. Long story short it hit me like a ton of bricks this is not where I thought I would be and it's not where I want to be either. Gulp. The bottom line is I'm 26, broke, and holding on to the thought that I have an IRA like that some how proves I use to be something, use to be. Again tough to swallow.</span><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">I also know in my heart I had to walk away from KREM, but my head still doesn't know that. I've always defined myself as news producer, career woman, independent. Now, at 26 none of those words describe me. I turned my own world upside down, I did this, but I still struggle with the aftermath. My mom tells me to remember that this is only temporary, my current situation, but walking away from KREM is irreversible. "What have I done?", I lay in bed thinking. The free fall fun is over. Reality is back and I'm not sure what to do about it. I still enjoy going to work everyday. I love spending time with my dogs. I love going to church, volunteering and being happy. BUT. There's a but. Can I ever have it all? All of those things plus a career I'm proud of? Will I ever have that again? The truth comes out.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
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The reception was equally as wonderful. Great food, plenty of booze, and lots of laughs with my other great friend Brian. We haven't seen each other in years but as soon as he pulled up it was like no time had passed at all. We laughed a lot, drank a lot, and danced a little. We took our three amigos pictures like always and enjoyed catching up. I might have left the business the three of us love so much, but I could never leave them. What can I say? I love my old friend and beautiful bride, Mrs. Denise Nelson. Every. Single. Day.<br />
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</div><div>I've been lucky (knock on wood with one flight to go) I've had pretty smooth travels just about every time I've gone home. Last time I went home it was a bit of a nightmare getting off the ground, but six hours late is better than dead. That's another blog post for another day. This time the worst thing that's happened so far is Southwest's Wi-Fi wasn't so Wi-Fi after all. Good thing the airport is. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I truly love when my connecting flight is in Denver. It's my favorite airport with Sea-Tac a close second. But unlike Sea-Tac, Denver marks the halfway point of my travels. It also has this great little bakery that I always stop at to get a tuna sandwich. Then I chow down and steal the Internet. So far, I've found that I really enjoy traveling in general. I carry on my luggage and navigate my way through airports as though I might actually know what I'm doing. I wish I could actually spend sometime in Denver or anywhere else for that matter. Once I graduate, I want to take some time to travel more. My real dream is to go on the Amazing Race with my mom. We'd be hilarious. But for now, I'm loving the fact that I'm on my way home, and wish I could spend every single day with my mom. </div><div><br />
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</div><div>I also have a food handler's permit and I took a blood borne pathogens class. I still need to take a class on HIV/Aids though. Even though some of those might not sound so cool, I think it's fun to learn new things. I've always enjoyed being a student and this gives me hope that I really can be a life long student even after I've completed my Master's Degree and I don't have to travel the world to do it! ((Although that would be nice)) I've learned so much just by taking advantage of every opportunity given to me. I love to learn. Every. Single. Day. </div>Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13112311833515011425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89330342423837341.post-80335784578502119202011-05-30T09:45:00.000-07:002011-05-30T09:45:30.673-07:00Happy Memorial DayFor the first time since I started this blog, I want to post about something other than myself. Normally I fill the page with random stories about my life, my thoughts, and oh yeah all of my loves! Today, not so much.<div><br />
</div><div>On Memorial Day I not only remember those who have served, who do serve, and will serve our country. Today is also about the freedoms we all share thanks to those men and women. We are oh so lucky to live in a land of freedom. People have literally shed their blood, sweat, and tears for strangers. The Bible tells us has no more love than this, that he lay down his life for his friends. True love. True love of country, freedom, and human. It hurts my heart we only have a few days out of the entire year to remember and celebrate our soldiers and our country. So I ask everyone to continue to pray for our service men and women who love us so much. Every. Single. Day. </div>Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13112311833515011425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89330342423837341.post-89216031670604485782011-05-28T09:14:00.000-07:002011-05-28T09:14:57.665-07:00StuffHave you noticed that of all the things I've blogged about loving so far almost none of these posts have anything to do with stuff? The closest I think I come really is when I talk about going to the salon. Still, the ultimate point of that is the feeling I get when I'm at the salon more so than the end result. So why is it that other people have such a hard time excepting the fact that stuff to me is just that? <div><br />
</div><div>I was able to build a pretty good career for myself for nearly three years. With that, came stuff. I have a really nice apartment, some bits and pieces of furniture, a bike, and a 14 year old car. Sure, I'm not living in luxury by any stretch of the imagination but I was able to take care of myself. That included regular manicures, expensive makeup, and days at the salon. I haven't had a manicure since I quit my job and I'm probably going to have skip the new highlights I've been sporting for a few months now. I'm also going to have to switch to drugstore makeup. Ouch! Oh well. I've also started selling a few things here and there, mostly for gas money. Now I'm still struggling a bit financially so I might start selling more things. So what? It's just stuff. I like my things, but I don't LOVE them. And this new found life of mine is all about love not like.</div><div><br />
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Our new found friendship is still just that, new, but so far, so good. We like to walk to and from work together and compare notes on how things are going. We also found out we like going to the bar for trivia night. Our team came in fourth! We've tried to meet for coffee but our schedules haven't always meshed, but still I'm hopeful. I think she is great. Totally positive. Totally a go getter. And totally a have fun, t-shirt and jeans can be fabulous kinda gal, just like me.<br />
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It's about time I've found a friend in Spokane. It's been almost two months since my only other friend here ditched me, and I'm still not even sure why. Oh well. Out with the old, in with the new. I love hanging out with my new fab friend. Every. Single. Day.Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13112311833515011425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89330342423837341.post-88047173142135332752011-05-14T07:51:00.000-07:002011-05-14T07:51:51.936-07:00An Offer I Can't Refuse?Wow! Sorry it's been nearly a week since my last blog post. I hate when I blog slack but I haven't even turned on my computer in days. Which leads me to this latest story.....<br />
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It's been two months since I put in my two weeks notice and left the news world behind. I still have no regrets. I love my life in case you haven't noticed :) But a few days ago I received an email from a news consultant I used to work with a few years back. We've always kept in contact and he often tells me I'm one of his favorites. That's always nice to hear from a guy who travels around the country training producers. Anyway, he asked how things were going and was quite surprised when I said I had quit and was now waiting tables. He wrote me back saying that was too bad he had big plans for me. I didn't pursue what that meant.<br />
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Then, another email came with those big plans: An executive producer position in Toledo, Ohio. No matter the market size, I would consider that a promotion and it would take me back to the Midwest ((I moved to Washington State from Illinois 4 years ago)). Wow! I didn't see that one coming. I'm flatterer and conflicted.<br />
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I haven't had a chance to really get back to him other than to say I'm not ignoring you just busy busing tables and running after 2 year olds. It's worth asking a few questions about, but the biggest question of all is Will this make me happy? Because right now I'm exactly that. And I love being happy. Every. Single. Day.Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13112311833515011425noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89330342423837341.post-9362165670065553502011-05-08T08:34:00.000-07:002011-05-08T08:34:57.811-07:00Happy Mommy's DayMy mom is my best friend, and at 25 I've officially become her. Every time I look in the mirror, I can see my mom's reflection looking back. Her little voice of common sense and wisdom annoyingly follows me where ever I go. When I take my makeup off at night and apply my face cream an echo in the room tells me to "lotion, lotion, lotion." Every Pilates and Yoga class I take reminds me of how she use to stretch on the living room floor when I was a kid. Then, I thought she was crazy, now I think she's a genius. And when I left my career behind, I became a waitress, just like mom was for all those years.<br />
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There is far more reasons why I love my mom then the fact I inherited her mannerisms, good looks, and some of her common sense. I've been through a lot of tough stuff her in Washington and when I had something really difficult to tell my mom, she reacted with nothing but love. She's been my support and my rock. I can feel her prayers from 2,000 miles away. I wish today I was spending the day sitting in her kitchen talking to her as she wiped down everything in sight or treating her to breakfast and a pedicure. One day I'll make it home for mother's day. Despite the fact that I can't be with her, I still love my mom. Every. Single. Day.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RwinOGa6fmg/Tca4EaqDAEI/AAAAAAAAA9s/iN7Ir2Sd8u4/s1600/IMG_0015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RwinOGa6fmg/Tca4EaqDAEI/AAAAAAAAA9s/iN7Ir2Sd8u4/s400/IMG_0015.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13112311833515011425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89330342423837341.post-2542920531314383542011-05-07T21:58:00.000-07:002011-05-07T21:58:30.129-07:00Tweet, Tweet!I can't believe I am closing in on my 400th <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/bdollymargaret">Twitter follower</a>! It all started a few years ago while I was a morning show producer. I used my Twitter account to help promote our upcoming segments, but I'm sure no one ever followed me for that reason. At first it was just a few of my friends, then a few fellow broadcasters all across Washington, and now my followers include the mayor of Spokane, National Hemophilia Federation, KING 5 News in Seattle, more news and sports people, and a whole lot of people I don't even really know. What I do know is, I know them via Twitter and that's just fine by me.<br />
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Now all those nearly 400 accounts get doses of inspiration, my thoughts on the Bulls and Whitesox, pet updates, and all my other passions. I even upload pics every once in a while. For those of you who don't follow me, it's probably the best way to keep up with me 24/7 ((if you really care that much)) plus, it's the main way I spread the word about this blog and the <a href="http://www.themissadventuresofmeandthemissaroo.blogspot.com/">dog blog</a>.<br />
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Of all the forms of social media I am a part of, I have to say Twitter is def my fav. I almost thought about getting off of Facebook for awhile, and we all know I almost abandoned ship on at least one of my blogs. But when it comes to Twitter, I'm pretty sure I'll be tweeting away until I'm 90. You should have seen me the day I discovered Tweetdeck! Ahhhh! Like a kid on Christmas I was so excited. For me, I treat tweets like headlines in the newspaper. In fact, I think of Twitter like my parents would think of the newspaper. I have my coffee and check the day's news on it. I also use it to put my own news out into the world. I feel like I have something to offer and say to the world, and I use Twitter to do it. Plus, it's like one stop shopping. I can find out what's happening in Spokane, news from everywhere, what's the latest with all of my favorite sports teams, and check on my friends, all in one cup of coffee. For me, there is no better medium to hit up a lot of sources all at once.<br />
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What can I say? I love Twitter. Every. Single. Day.Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13112311833515011425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89330342423837341.post-57009990345697358692011-05-06T08:06:00.000-07:002011-05-06T08:06:03.031-07:00Employed Part TwoSo now I have two jobs, funny how life works out huh? Yesterday I interviewed for a part-time daycare position at the early learning center at the church I've been attending. ((I'm hesitant to call it my church because I'm not a member and if any place is my church it's BL in Kennewick)) Sure, I have zero experience working with kids, but you have to gain experience some how right? Plus it doesn't hurt that I'm super Lutheran remember? OK that was a lot of questions... now on to some more statements.<br />
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I thought I'd be a good fit there because of my Lutheran education. I attended Lutheran school from K through 8th grade. ((my dad didn't believe in sending us to preschool, but that's another blog for another day)) I am so proud of that education and the opportunity I had to go to religion class everyday that I saw this as my opportunity to give back. I never imagined that I would be working with kids, in fact they've always scared me until recently. Now that I'm 25, kids seem like the next step, but my single status has something to say about that. Hopefully, this will help with that whole ticking clock thing. So in the meantime, I'll love the little kids at the early learning center. Every. Single. Day.Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13112311833515011425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89330342423837341.post-11850936598633942632011-05-04T11:48:00.000-07:002011-05-04T11:48:36.498-07:00Cleanliness is GodlinessNothing is more relaxing to me than a clean apartment. OK, maybe that's not true. Nothing I don't have to pay for makes me more relaxed than a clean apartment. When my apartment is a mess or dirty, I actually can't function. Sometimes I will have so much to do, but the first thing will be to clean. It helps me get my brain in order. I also really, really enjoy sitting in my clean apartment and watching TV.<br />
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Sometimes when I would have a bad day at work ((OK again, lies, more like every day after work)) I would take my frustration out on my kitchen sinks. My poor, poor kitchen sinks! I've also been known to take a tough day out on my floors. My mom is similar in some regard, but she just likes things clean and breaks her neck to get everything spotless. I actually enjoy the cleaning process. It's a bit therapeutic for me.<br />
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I've been taking a little bit of a break from the OCD cleaning lately, mostly because I've been taking that frustration to the gym instead of the sink. But yesterday, I started tearing through my apartment at full speed and it felt pretty darn good. Of course, with two dogs it wasn't long until there was a nose print on the sliding glass door and dog hair on the couch. But lucky for them, it's A OK because I love to clean. Every. Single. Day.Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13112311833515011425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89330342423837341.post-68487013218860754712011-05-02T21:54:00.000-07:002011-05-02T21:54:35.253-07:00Cheaper Than TherapyI've decided to continue with the blog. Despite the fact only three people seem to read it, and only two people put in their two cents ((which was a split verdict by the way)) I'm going to forge ahead.<br />
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For me, blogging has almost become a form of therapy. It has helped me clear my head, stay accountable and actually come to grips with the life altering decision I made. I even discovered a word for it, burnout. I have burnout. But life in the restaurant biz is so far, so good. Sure I'm only four days into it, but I already know I am totally out of my comfort zone. Today rolling silverware reminded me of failing art at camp in 6th grade. I can't help but laugh at how horrible I am at basic skills. But I've never really needed to work with my hands before, outside of typing. As frustrating as that might be for someone else, Sunday I washed dishes while listening to the radio. What I <i>didn't</i> hear? Suicide calls, domestic violence calls, and nobody called me up to swear at me about what football game was on CBS. Like I told my mom today, it's just food. How pissed can people get? No FBI suspect's dad called me, no grieving parent threatened to sue over comments someone else wrote on a website. In that context, washing dishes felt like the best thing in the world. There was nowhere else I wanted to work.<br />
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So I'm going to continue to update my three readers about my new found simple life if for no other reason than I love to blog. Every. Single. Day.Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13112311833515011425noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89330342423837341.post-84039869286895907592011-05-01T08:26:00.000-07:002011-05-01T08:26:53.553-07:00Employed22 posts into the unemployment blog and I have a job. I actually didn't think it would take so long to find work, considering I didn't really care what I did as long as it seemed like the people I worked with would like me this time, I could see outside, and they paid me. I've had a blast being unemployed and I think a lot of these loves and adventures will continue. The only difficulty has been the obvious, I'm beyond broke. But that's OK because what I've really learned from my "career years" is that just getting a paycheck isn't enough to keep me at work.<br />
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So my new gig is waiting tables at Laguna Cafe on Spokane's South Hill. It's actually right next to my apartment complex so I can continue to walk to work and now I don't even have to cross the street! It's important to save on gas money. I'm only two shifts in but I already really like it. Everyone there seems really nice. It is a pool tip system so it doesn't appear to be overly competitive for no reason either. Already two wonderful attributes missing from my "career."<br />
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The only question now is should I continue with the unemployment blog? I've used this forum to stay positive during my job search. I had a few down days, but focusing on the positive allowed me to see those were just days, not a lifetime. So what do you think? Should I continue to find the love in my post career days while I wait tables or has this little blog run its course? Either way I love being employed. Every. Single. Day.Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13112311833515011425noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89330342423837341.post-3116825440010394402011-04-29T08:29:00.000-07:002011-04-29T08:29:44.100-07:00I'm a Good CookerWhen my brother was about four, he use to tell my mom she was a good cooker if he liked a meal she made. It was pretty darn smart for a four-year-old, but soon became the running joke in the family. Mostly, because my mom doesn't really cook all that much. We use to tease her when we sat at the table and ate McDonald's off paper plates that she was a good cooker. She always took it in good humor and always said thank you.<br />
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Now as a 25-year-old woman, I'm trying to learn to cook for the first time. My mom always steered me away from all things domestic as a kid. She didn't want me to grow up thinking my place was in the kitchen. Mission accomplished Mom! But now I would like to learn. The other day I tried a new "recipe" for chicken breast. Normally I just follow the instructions on the Shake n' Bake box. It turned out amazing and I felt really proud of myself! All I did was dump a jar of pasta sauce into a ziplock bag and then throw in the chicken for a day, then bake! In fact, when I called my mom to ask how long I should throw in the chicken and how high to heat the oven she told me I should know by now to direct those kind of phone calls to my Aunt Kathy, the real cook in the family. We decided not to bother her and follow the cooking instructions on the Shake n' Bake box instead.<br />
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The apple might not fall to far from the tree but I love trying to become a good cooker. Every. Single. Day.Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13112311833515011425noreply@blogger.com1